Duality …

There’s nowhere to run, no escape route, no secret trap doors to slip through. The troubles that weigh heavy on our hearts cannot be meditated away, and there’s no hiding out in the present moment. The only path forward is through the storm, facing it head-on, embracing the turmoil that threatens to consume us. We are called to surrender to the arms of the beloved, in whatever form they may take. It could be the warmth of a lover’s embrace, the solace of a friend’s understanding, or the gentle touch of our own hands. We are beckoned into the uncharted … Continue reading Duality …

Existence …

My soul is chronicled through the dance of gusts of wind and the cacophony of overcrowded rooms. It’s etched in the burnt tastebuds of bitter experiences, the chapped fingers of perseverance, and the warmth that colors my skin. Each bump and bruise become a part of me, absorbed by the weave of my memory. The past spreads across my consciousness like a thin coat of blood beneath my skin, an indelible mark of the moments that have shaped me.  Time may have the power to heal, but healing does not erase the passage of time. It lingers, a bittersweet reminder … Continue reading Existence …

Storms …

I carried many storms within me, a tempest of emotions and trials that shaped the landscape of my soul. I have weathered the tumultuous seas, washed myself ashore, and stood as my own tide and lighthouse. This journey of becoming me was no easy feat. I have let my demons dance, and I have uttered curses to the heavens in three languages. Forgive me, for in my vulnerability, I have bared my scars and revealed broken angels etched onto the canvas of my soul. I am the embodiment of night and sunshine, the dichotomy of light and shadow that resides … Continue reading Storms …